Like one of Amy's braided rugs, our lives are woven with different strands.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Tired on Saturday

Lying down on a Saturday afternoonDistant singing wafts into the open windowOn the tail of a wasp looking for a new homeAlongside the broken-record calling of African dovesAnd chirping song of winged othersFrom the trees beneath which children giggle.There is also the far off horn of a truck honkingSomeone riding by on a bicycle or walking by on footAnd the memory of last night's rain on the roof Which dropped two inches in an hour and carried meOff to sleep.

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Intro

Welcome to our blog! This is a venue for sharing some of our photos, reflections and updates on our lives. We created this blog because of our trip to Zambia in early 2009, but it will continue beyond our two months in southern Africa. Have a look around and feel free to send us your comments.